kat_nic: A cat wearing glasses (Default)
the nice misanthrope ([personal profile] kat_nic) wrote2009-10-29 06:04 pm

happenings in my world

I always thought restless leg syndrome sounded like a bullshit disease.  I mean really, restless legs as an illness

But then I could not sleep for the last two nights because of sharp, stinging sensations on my feet and legs, and involuntary leg jerks.  The night before last I finally drifted off, and then woke up suddenly with a feeling like fireants were biting the top of my right foot.  Naturally I called my mom and was telling her about it and she said, "Oh, you've got the restless leg, too."

I was like, "Too?" and she told me that she and my aunt have it. 

Figures I would get the bullshit disease.  There's an over the counter drug for it, and I tried it last night, but to no avail.  I used the lowest dose so that may have been it.  At least last night was more of a tingly sensation rather than outright painful, but my feet still jerked.  

Gah.  And on top of it our new general manager is an absolute ass.  He has told us he wants us to stop using profanity because it is "unprofessional".  Unprofessional, what the fuck?  How many restaurants has this guy worked in, jesus?  Being able to cuss creatively and fluently is practically a job requirement.

What really pisses me off is he spoke to one of the other cooks, and told him that if he stopped swearing, I would stop swearing.  Because, apparently, I need him to set an example for me. 

Set a fucking example?  I am grown, for god's sake, I don't need a motherfucking example of how I am supposed to speak.  And why exactly didn't the manager speak to me about my language?  At any rate, I have had this mouth for a long damned time--starting when I was five or so and said (in front of my parents and grandparents), "What the hell is that dog barking at?"  And on to two instances in high school when my mom found a notes I'd written to friends in the pocket of my jeans.  I was cussin' long before I came to this place, alright? 

If he even did his job worth half a damn it wouldn't be so bad.  I thought our old manager was bad about "the customer is always right", this guy is really old school about it.  If you come to the restaurant thirty minutes before we open, why, go right ahead and order lunch at ten-thirty!  Fucking idiot!!!  Who eats lunch at ten-thirty, anyway?!

"all the bad words I know"

[identity profile] newwaytowrite.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
run it altogether fast

shitpissfuckgoddamn


when not able to swear
use "all the bad words I know"

Re: "all the bad words I know"

[identity profile] kat-nic.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That appeals to the smart ass in me.

The other day when I cut off part of my fingernail, I caught myself before I let slip a dirty word and said "Hallelujah" through gritted teeth. It hurt.

Re: "all the bad words I know"

[identity profile] newwaytowrite.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea what you mean. I am in no way a smart ass- EVER.

hope the injury heals fast.

[identity profile] edroxy.livejournal.com 2009-10-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry ou got the reckless leg syndrome. My aunt has it and I know how difficult it can be to get any sleep at all... Hope the drugs will help...

[identity profile] madhowan.livejournal.com 2009-11-01 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
That is an odd-sounding syndrome, but it also sounds really horrible. I hope the medicine can help. There's nothing more horrible than not being able to get to sleep.

Do you really get people coming in at ten-thirty for lunch?! That makes about zero sense! What time would they eat dinner, three-thirty?

[identity profile] aurillia.livejournal.com 2009-11-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I miss all the good stuff - but I'm catching up now! This post made me laugh - sorry about the restless legs though (the name does make me giggle, I'm sorry, I'm shameless) - I've never heard of it but it sounds painful. Is it from being on your feet a lot? Oh wait, that usually results in veracose veins, my oldest sister had to have hers surgically removed after years of working as a checkout chick and then a bank teller.

It still surprises me when I hear Americans refer to words like "damn" and "hell" as swearing. I kinda feel like everyone else has moved on from there, y'know? I heard the author of Wicked Lovely (YA paranormal) speak in a panel on YA fiction at that sci-fi/fantasy convention and she was telling a story of how an adult woman had reviewed her book on Amazon or something and warned others (over-protective mothers, I'm sure), that it contained swearing. Lesley was so stunned, she had to check. Turns out one of the characters said, once, "damn"!! We all laughed. I grew up assuming "damn" and "hell" and "God" hadn't been real swear words for about a century, but apparently not! Actually one of my teachers once told us that - eh, what's the word, taking the Lord's name in vain etc., was still technically against the law but only because no one had ever got around to changing it. I mean, could you imagine how ridiculous it would be trying to arrest someone for saying "Jesus!"!! Hilarious.

(Crap, sorry, meant to leave a short, supportive comment.)

[identity profile] kat-nic.livejournal.com 2009-11-16 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Restless Leg Syndrome is one of those diseases advertised by the ubiquitous prescription drug commercials. That's the only reason I even knew it existed.

Heh, in my house I wasn't even allowed to say the phrase "Oh my God". We were also not allowed to say "Freaking", or fart. My mother was, uh, strict. (And she teaches reading/language arts, so...yeah. She was always correcting our grammar, too. And telling us not to say ain't.)

It occurs to me that the reason I got so foul mouthed is because Mom was so strict about it. That was my "rebellion". Man I am lame. :/
Edited 2009-11-16 18:13 (UTC)